Page 34 of No Going Back

“Fuck,” I whisper against his neck, voice wrecked.

Cole groans, rough, the sound vibrating straight through me. I know he’s hard too. I can feel it, thick, insistent, twitching every time I rock down. He wants to tell me to stop. I can feel the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers flex on my hips like he’s fighting himself.

Then he shoves me back, enough to break the rhythm.

I frown, mouth opening to apologise, “Sorry, I…” but the word dies when Cole’s hands move fast.

He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my sweats, yanks them down just enough to free me. My cock springs out and I moan sharp at the sudden air, the exposure.

Cole bites his lip hard, eyes dark and hungry. His big hand wraps around me instantly, warm, sure, stroking once from base to tip. I hiss, hips lifting off his lap like I’m chasing more, thighs trembling.

“Fuck,” he groans, staring at where his fist slides over me, slow and deliberate. “Look at this big dick…”

He frees himself next, quick tug on his own shorts, and lines us up. One large hand wraps around both cocks, squeezing them together, stroking firm and steady. The heat, the slick slide of skin on skin, the way his thumb swipes over both heads, it’s overwhelming. I drop my forehead to his shoulder, panting, hips jerking into his grip.

Cole’s other hand slides up my back, under my shirt, holding me close. “So fucking pretty like this,” he mutters against my ear. “Grinding on me like you can’t get enough…”

I moan louder, broken and needy, grinding down harder into his fist. The friction is perfect… hot and relentless. Every stroke drags over that sensitive spot under the head, making my thighs shake. I’m close already, too close, balls tight, heat coiling low and fast.

Cole brings me back down into a kiss, deep, messy, tongue sweeping in like he’s claiming every sound I make. I moan into his mouth, hips stuttering.

“I’m so close,” I gasp against his lips.

He nods, forehead pressed to mine. “So am I, baby… fuck…”

Just as we’re about to tip over the edge, three loud knocks rap on the door. We freeze; both heads snapping toward the sound.

Hannah’s voice filters through, confused, a little whiny. “Remy? Babe? Why is my suitcase out here?”

We sigh in unison, long and defeated.

I grind once more, desperately, into Cole’s hand.

He hisses, biting his lip hard. “Fuck.”

But the moment’s gone. I’m already softening, embarrassment flooding in hot and fast. I tuck myself away quickly, cheeks burning, avoiding his eyes. Cole frowns, concerned.

I gesture weakly toward the door. “Proof she doesn’t make me hard.”

He grins, pleased, and smug as hell. “Good.”

Fuck… here we go.

We both stand up from the couch at the same time, the sudden movement making my legs feel unsteady.

I look at Cole, and my voice comes out small, almost pleading. “Can you stay with me?”

He smiles small, the kind that reaches his eyes, and reaches up to stroke my cheek with his thumb. “Of course, baby.”

I inhale sharp, chest tightening. “Fuck…”

Cole’s expression shifts, determined. “You know what? I’ll get the door.”

I nod fast, shaking again, nerves buzzing under my skin. “Cool. Okay. Yeah.”

He crosses the room, unlocks the chain, and pulls the door open. His face sours instantly, jaw tight, eyes narrowing, when he sees Hannah standing there in a new dress, hair done, makeup perfect; clearly thinking we’re still going to Jeb’s party tonight.

She steps inside, confused, glancing between us. “Babe… why is my suitcase outside?”